Kashwitna

His soft, brown eyes
Flecked with gold
Framed in velveteen.
He watches my every move
With anticipation.
I roll over in bed with sleepy eyes
To find his chin resting on the edge of my bed
Greeting my face with a lap at my cheek
Waiting for me to say the word.

I am everything to him,
Unconditional love and devotion.
Uncontrollable loyalty.
The hairs on his chin twitch.

He looks at me with an understanding
That spans his existence.
Whether I awake from a bad dream in a cold sweat,
His love is always there.

Waiting with his warm, soft, pink tongue,
Ready to flick it across my cheek with an affectionate kiss.